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Show The 8ong of a Summer Stream. A few tnontliH age I was pinning through Hip riiow; Hut now trip ur.K-(l -unihlne Is Ailing Ail-ing all the In nil. And tin- memorlcH are Inst Of tliH winter tog anil front. In the presence of the summer with her full mul tlowlnir hand. Now th woudl.irk comer to drink At my cool nnd nt-nrly brink And the lady fi-rn I" tienilluir to kls.i my ntlnbow foam. And the wild roel)Ud entwine With the dark-lenvril lirnmble vine. Ami the cenlurlnl cmk la irrren around tlio brlBht-eyed squirrel's home, Oh, the full and Rlatl content That my little song Is blent With the nll-melndlnus mlnullnff of the clmrlatera around' I no longer elnK nlone Through a chill, pervading moan, Kor the ery nlr Is trembling with Its wealth of summer sound Though the hope seemed long deferred Kra the south wind's whltper heard Clave a protnlrn of the passing of tha wenry winter days, Yet the blessing was secure. For the summer-time was sure, When the lonely songs are gathered In a mighty choir of praise Francis Hl.lley llavergal. |